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NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Had a very weird dream last night. Things kept changing and it was quite annoying.

05.00: Sleep

12.00: Zombies
I'm with a group of people in a bus. My brother Morgan is there, along with two or three other kids. We all have a plan made out, and a few of us has handguns. We get out of the bus in the middle of the road and start walking. I spot a few people standing still just behind a house. "Oh shit, get back!" I tell them and raise my gun. The "people" come rushing at us, growling. I try to aim for their heads with my revolver, but the laser dot disappears as they get closer. I shoot the first one in the head just as he reaches me and jump away so he won't fall on my feet.

I shoot the other, but hits the side of his face. He attacks me and I finish him off. I look to my right, and can see that Morgan is struggling to get one off of him. "Hit it!" I tell him and he tries to kill it with a big wrench. He's too weak though and I have to step it. Here the dream goes a bit weird. I kill the zombie by hitting it with the wrench, but somehow Morgan is the only one left. I pick him up and we start running down the street.

"This is going to shit! We have to restart, three are already wounded" I tell the others. I put Morgan down against a wall. Behind me a black robot boar appears and people are pressing a small red button at the bottom of it to surrender or something like that. "We have to kill ourselves to restart" I tell Morgan. He doesn't want to do it. "Look, it's alot easier than getting gored by that boar" I tell him, but he refuses to take the gun. "Alright fine" I tell him and put the gun against my forehead. I squeeze the trigger but I only hear a click. I squeeze it three more times, and I hear a small pop.

I look at the gun and a bullet falls out. The boar appears and start running around, it's real now instead of a robot, and I have had enough of it. I bring up a paper shotgun and start loading it up with shotgun shells. The boar turns to a woman in a car. I blast her right side of her face. She only gets dirty with soot. I grab her and tell her she can't do this shit anymore.

The dream skips. I'm talking to her by a refrigerator for a very long time. At first she hates me, but in the end she really loves me. It's like I'm a psychiatrist.

13.00: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 8 hours

Supplements: None

That's it! Make sure you check out my TaskClub! We just started over, and this is a great opportunity for you guys to join in. http://www.dreamviews.com/f136/

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

05.07.2011

Long dream, guns and digimon (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

We were some sort of rebel alliance, fighting for our family and friends. I think Mum was a double agent. We were based in an house with boxes of guns. I had a rifle with an ACOG scope attached to it.
We ran out the side of the house onto a slope, much like one of the COD:MW2 maps. I sniped out a few people with my rifle and we kept on pushing our territory.
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I woke up from my bed(?) and looked for my Dad. We had planned a private mission. I checked the living room and looked out the window. The street was peaceful, it was night time. I walked into my brothers room to grab some guns and then walked into Dad's room. He was ready to leave, dressed and standing at the door waiting for me.
We walked into what seemed to be the lounge room, there was a friend of mine waiting there for me. He used a sniper rifle. Again, with a small group, we left out the side of the house. We made our way up the slope again, shooting people that were only of silhouettes. When we cleared enough to make our way up the slope, we jumped over a fence.
We heard shouts behind us and turned around to mow them down.
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Somewhere, I saw my mum, she told me to get out of here
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I was near Charlestown, a few of my school friends were there and I had taken charge of the operation (whatever it was). Apparently we had packed weapons in our bags and i convinced hamish to aswell. There was some dude on a skateboard. I yelled at him to get off and help. Then in the fly, floating above us were some sort of large cylinders, with a radius of probably 1-2metres.
We formed a triangle, bouncing grenades off the cylinders.

We got caught by a local highschool. Hamish and I were afraid that they would discover the guns stashed in our bags, seeing as it was my idea, I was ready to take the blame for Hamish. We were led into a sort of arena. Hamish and I walked up the steps and passed a few Japanese girls. They said "konnichiwa" to me as we sat down. I ignored them.
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Something about the teachers and one of the teachers being complimented about their looks.
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Dream warped into a sort of minecraft tournament. I was the guy in the tournament, playing with some sort of switch and a few slabs in first person.
I looked up, and there was a HUUUUGE-ASS digimon!
Next thing I knew, I was running out the gates of the arena and I saw the digidestined digimons de-digivolving. We were doomed for sure.

28.07.2011

Meeting My Dream Guide (or not..) (Incubated Lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Yet again a spontaneous lucid.

I was hiding behind a wall on the rooftops of a Middle-Eastern town. My gun was behind my back, pinned up against the wall. A terrorist sat down next to me, breathing heavily. He was looking the other direction running from some marines. There were marines on my side (to the right.. he was looking left), so I didn't want to make any noise and have this terrorist notice me. Drawing my gun would make noise, and I couldn't take him hand to hand. I was waiting for a marine to get him.


It was literally a bobblehead Obama figurine come to life.





His figure was extremely odd. His head was about three feet tall and a foot wide. His lips were huge, and his neck was about the diameter of a watter bottle's tip.

A marine sniper on a rooftop to my right took a shot. Once the bullet whizzed directly in front of my face I was experiencing everything in bullet-time. The shot him him directly in the neck.

The terrorists was suffocating and obviously in agony. Then he was shot in the neck once more -- this time his head came off.

I grabbed his knife and swung my gun into my hands. I jumped down off this roof to my right and went across multiple rooftops until reaching a ladder. As I was climbing up, I was shot at. I continued climbing again up a second ladder until I was with the marines.

We promptly got the hell out of there.


Once we got back to base, I changed out of my marine uniform, turn in my M4 and knife, and went straight to physical training (indoors.)

I was in the Air Force, which is why I had to turn in my uniform and weapons.

The general looked like Clint Eastwood. He worked us hard. A girl I know was in white lingerie spread out on the floor where we were doing push ups.








I kept telling her to go away. But no. She wouldn't.

The general came back from around the corner to make sure we were actually working and saw her. He used a Garry's Mod General Construction Prop as a wall and closed it in around our group. It packed us tighter together, and hurt because she was in the way and we couldn't touch the other wall -- we were being squished.

"Well well well... it's a little tight in here ain't it?" He gave her a death glare and she left rather quickly.

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I was inside a barn, lit by oil lanters.
A man took a hatchet and chopped another man directly down the center of his face. He then proceeded to eat the body.

I left and was in a culdesac at night. I saw a bunch of people I knew from Fayetteville walking the street. I turned toward a field and yelled "Is my dream guide here?"

I turned around. A big glass cup was floating behind me. It was about the size of my torso, but a bigger diameter. It had bright blue texting moving around it, as if a hologram were inside the glass.


I turned back around.


Again, I yelled "Is my dream guide here?"

Turned around only to find once more this cup.


I was quite surprised. In previous lucids my dream guide had always been Neytiri from Avatar. I've heard of animals and creatures being dream guides, but never anything like a glass cup. I'm not sure if this is my new DG or not.







This cup had a real interesting voice. A very smooth, seducing female voice, with a bit of futuristic reverberation to it.

I gave up and walked toward the field. It was apparently a Barbecue-Reunion for all my old classmates.

Late at night, we gather in an empty clearing. The grass is dry and dead, we're somewhere in the wilderness, on a school camp. The moon is out in the sky, bright and full, illuminating the clouds around it and shining just enough light for us to see where we are going, and what we are aiming at.

We're some of the last left, who knows how many others are alive, but the population is dwindling. We walk up to the wall of guns, I grab a pocket sized shotgun and some ammo, Jeremy grabs a gun off the rack and we walk off and join the group. We walk along the path with the small group we're with - just a few of us who knew each other from primary school. We're walking against the crowd, everyone else is running away.

Further up the road we find a shack to the side of the road, one of the sides has a giant hole blown in it. Jeremy and I go in first, scouting out the various floors of the house. There are small crates and doors everywhere, with glowing edges. Most of them are blue, but we see one door which has red lights instead. We break through the door and find a robot mounted on the wall to out right, on what seems to be a hallway. There were boxes of guns and ammo on the ground, I wanted more.
"Come closer, closer" the robot said. Jeremy and I instantaneously decided "Fuck this!" and got the hell out of that room. When we returned to the group I fired my weapon at one of the girls, Brianna accidentally. The shotgun was loaded with buckshot, but she wasn't harmed at all, thank god.

We turn around as the farmer who owns this land walks out holding a crate. He's tall, wearing overalls and with a big white beard. He drops the crate down and it's full of more weapons. Everyone immediately starts grabbing at the weapons. I see the SMG lying at the top of the crate, tempting but I hold out for more. Eventually, most of the weapons are gone and I'm left with a large cardboard cardboard knife, hammer, shovel, and a giant pair of garden shears. I should have picked the shears, but I grab the stanley knife for mobility.

We start to walk off, back down the path. Everyone is running to the left, but we see the wave of zombies coming at us. FUCK They're heading left in the direction of the group - what if we just go right? We walk around the edge of the fence line, keeping low and avoiding making noise. The zombies were clever to chase the rest of the people, but we out smarted them by heading right. I black out.

My memory picks back up with the group I was with, but in my school hall. There's loud music playing and everyone's dancing, oh shit it's a competition! I join in, trying to subtly hit on one of the girls. She keeps looking away and shutting me down coldly, what a bitch. I keep dancing, but I get hungry and want to show off to everyone. I pull a cold, hard boiled egg out of my pocket and take a massive bite. Everyone's impressed.

27.07.2011

Wasteland (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

We were in my old neighborhood from Fayetteville. For once, it actually showed it as it is -- post tornado.





(not from google images)

It was night time. There were still no street lights on the road pictured above. Some of them that were still up were broken on other streets, or slanted. Houses were messed up left and right.

I was riding my bike back from my ex's house to my old house to go get guns, because Rick and I had none (see previous DJ. Rick from Falling Skies),

At an intersection, a guy in a blue minivan came up and drove up to me, miraculously avoiding the overturned SUV. He pulled out a gun with his right hand while still in the driver's seat, casually showing it to me.




(not from google images)



I said, "Come on man.. you got a gun. You mean I can't even fight to attempt to get out?"
He laughed and said "hah.. yeah. Pretty fucked up ain't it?"
"Man this is bullshit." I replied. I dropped my bike and got in his van. He never noticed Rick.
"This place is a wasteland. The world's severely fucked." he said.

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I had gotten free of him by breaking the rope around my hands and killing his henchman with my fists. I ran back into my old house and grabbed the only pistol there and one hunting knife. I had one more I took from the cellar I was trapped in earlier. The pistol had seven bullets in the chamber. It was a Baretta.

I ran back to the ex's house. Her house was elevated by a stucco staircase, and another house was directly across from this staircase (as if the front doors were on the adjacent sides). Rick and I got to the top of the staircase and saw three kids and a man. I looked at Rick and we both tried to hug the wall and get out of view. All three kids saw us and I put my hands over my lips to say "shhhhh..."

They didn't speak, but as the staircase curved toward the door, the man saw me. He drew his weapon. I aimed down my sights and shot him in the lower stomach to my right. He slowly fell to the ground, and tried to shoot as he was going down. He aimed directly at me. I started strafing and jumping as if it were a video game, scared out of my mind. Rick stood there staring.

*click* *click* *click*

The man's pistol wasn't even loaded.

The children continued inside the house. I went over to the man's body and found 13 rounds, preloaded in 7 and 6-bullet magazines. I took the empty mag just in case.

21.07.2011

Raiding with Jake Bowen (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

I was with Misha "Bulb" Mansoor and Jake Bowen from the band periphery. We set up base in a little hole-in-the-wall store out of General Props from the Garry's Mod Spawn list and put two keypads on each side. We set up empty refirdgerator frames to use as shelves. Each person got two frames -- enough for 12 printers (four in regular shelves, one in freezer shelf, and one on top)















We grabbed SMGs from Half-Life and Jake and I left while Misha kept building and guarding in case of raiders.







We went raiding through the map of rp_downtown. In each base we didn't have to work much because most people had already bought money printers without building fortification, and in a couple more bases we used explosive charges on doors. In one apartment we had to kill four people who opposed us with guns. One was hung.






Couldn't have found a more perfect picture.

We came back with a couple money printers each.

This was a game of Garry's Mod. (AKA Half-Life sandbox game.)

20.07.2011

Sheldon Cooper Black Mesa (Non-lucid)

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Sheldon Cooper rampaging Black Mesa with TMP. From third floor catwalk staircase (rp_downtown yellow warehouse) was shooting as I managed to hit lockdown. Slipped out as door shut and was outside aperture. Mom and matt in car, listening to gospel and hit a dumpster from my apartment.







*I understand this is half-assed. I'm learning the new DJ system in cooperation with Banhurt's 2.6 and wrote it at midnight the night after. Also not much to elaborate on fifteen seconds of dream. I assure you it will become what my old Dream Journal was!

5:30 AM

Part One
Found myself with restless male DCs, fighting, wrestling etc. They were pretty typical except that they seemed to be from the old west some how. One of the DC's was pretty different from the rest however. He somewhat resembled Michel J. Fox and carried a small pearl handled revolver. I decided to call him 42 and for some reason the fancy name suited him. This scene quickly evolved into a pre bar fight as we entered an old, cramped, poorly lit, dry and dusty bar / shop. Sitting at a small round table were a couple old possibly confederate men minding there own business. There were a few more standing around the place.

Not long after that a few DCs started talking smack about the old men in the building. I can't remember exactly what they were saying but it was something along the lines of "they bunch of money hungry bastards, blah, blah, blah." One of the guys at the table had enough of this crazy talk. I could see he was missing quite a few teeth as he clearly stated the obvious fact that "Do we look like we's rich folk?!!" "Cmon look over at 42 that fancy boy of yours",,,,,,,,,,,, a fight broke out as 42 who was standing by a beverage fridge reached for his revolver.

Part Two
The bar/shop quickly transitioned into a gas station with old west features as we proceeded to rob the place. The old DCs were all gone except two regular guys who I figured to be owner and manager of the gas station. Also, my original gang was armed while the two old guys no longer had weapons. I found the owner fumbling with a cash register so I plunged my (looked similar to a 9mm Glock but bigger) into his back. As he tried to put the handful of cash into a safe I noticed that they were large denominations. (dream reality $200 bills) and $500 dollar bills. He mostly ignored my gun and I had to snatch at the cash he wouldn't let go of. I got some of it and decided that it was time to go. Before I headed for the door the store manager handed me a receipt with lots of circles and numbers written in different color ink.

I began to worry whether or not the cops were waiting outside or not. I was bright outside so maybe we could make a dash for the forest behind the gas station and meet our getaway van at the road below. Or chance it pulling up front. I thought about finger prints for some reason and clumsily stuffed the gun under my shirt as I dropped some crumpled up paper on the floor. I woke up as we bolted out of the door.

note: If you haven't guessed I know nothing about guns or burglary.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! I just woke up from a bunch of fucked up dreams, but they were cool! Long and actioned packed. REM rebound from alcohol always delivers.

03.15: Sleep

12.30: Supermarket mayhem DILD
I'm in a car with my mom and my little brother. My mom seems to be pissed about something and drives rather recklessly. She doesn't signal when she's changing lanes and complains about everything. We go down a long hill which leads into town. A stream goes under the road and on the left side, people are fishing, throwing the lure over the road into the pond on the other side. They catch trout and salmon.

A police motorcycle pulls up next to us. It's got a wagon in which another policeman is sitting. They start signaling. "Oh shit, we're getting pulled over" I say. My mom slows down and goes into the right lane. They go infront of us and start waving their arms, doing some kind of sign language, telling my mom that was reckless driving and she has been warned. They take off and my mom is still pissed.

"Do you hear that?" she asks me. There's something wrong with the engine of the car, it rattles and doesn't sound good at all. "Well I just bought new energizers, and they were broke!" she tells me. I figure it's some kind of spark plug device. "You need to go into the supermarket and buy new ones for me" she says and takes an exit. We stop infront of the local supermarket. "There's a cartridge in the back" she tells me and I get out of the car and head to the back. I open the trunk and look around. "There's no fucking cartridge here" I tell her. "Look closer god damnit!"

I find it, it's a pink one. "Oh I found it, nevermind" I say and close the trunk. I head in through the store. Oh, they've redone the entire place, I don't recognise anything really. I try to find the section where they sell car parts, but all I see is boots and shoes. I wander around for a while before finding a small table in the middle of the shoe section on which I find a pink cartridge. "Mineral pills" it says. That's definitely not the one I was looking for.

I pick up my phone and call my mom again and tell her they don't have it. I try to find my way out of the store, holding my stomach to prevent the cuts I've mysteriously gotten from bleeding. Perhaps I should go to the hospital, or do it myself. I remember my coworker Valdis saying he used to sew his own cuts. I grab a pack of bandaids and head for the cashier.

I bring out my card and the guy in the cashier asks for my ID. I hand it to him and he exclaims: "What do we have here? Is this really you?" he says and says another guys name. He shows me the picture on the ID and I realise it's not mine. Oh shit that's right! I gave my friend Victor my real one, this is his friends. "Hey guard, come over here" he says and a security guard shows up. He explains it all. The guard takes a look at what I'm buying. "That's it? You can go then" he tells me. Sweet.

I try to pay with the card, but that's not mine either and I don't know the code. Shit! The guy in the cashier seems to be pissed about the fact that I didn't get in trouble. I hand him a 100 crowns bill and hold out my hand for the change. "Here you go" he says and puts a bunch of coins in my hand. I count them. "So a pack of bandaids costs like 80 crowns? I ask him. I'm starting to get pissed off.

He brings up two 20 crown bills, messes them up and throws them at me. "Here's your change" he says and I can tell he's pissed, but so am I. I throw the small change in his face as I'm walking away. "Fuck you." The guy gets up and attacks me. We throw a couple of punches, at first mine are all weak and I don't seem to be doing much damage. After a few seconds I start hitting him brutally with knees and elbows. I kick his legs and he falls to the ground. God damnit now I'm in trouble! And great, I have no ID.

I realise I have to find my own ID before I get caught, or I'll be in big trouble. My friends Felix and Victor are outside on the parking lot. I start walking towards the entrance of the store. When I reach it a person is blocking the way, holding a woman by the throat with her back against him. He's pointing a gun at her head. I head back in. "Okaaaay..." I say and look around. There's people being held hostage all around us, and I spot Felix and Victor behind a fence. "Hey Victor! I need my ID" I tell him.

The hostage takers seems to be Italian. "I will bring out my wallet, slowly" I tell them and do it super slowly. I hand him the ID of his friend. "Your ID is in the car man" he tells me. Fuck! I look around the store and wonder if the police will show up soon. All of a sudden we hear a huge crash, Felix throws himself to the ground. "What the hell was that?" he asks. I look out through a small window. A small plane has just crashed into the building. "It's your older brother" I tell him, knowing he's a pilot.

The plane backs up on the parking lot. This time with full throttle, the plane smashes right into the building further away, creating a big hole. As the entire plane disappears into the building, the walls and roof starts collapsing. Shelves packed with chips comes crashing down, spraying chips everywhere. "Holy shit" I say before hell breaks loose.

Everyone starts shooting at eachother. I see people from the military, shooting at eachother aswell as the captors. I have no idea who they are, and whose side they're all on. A girl picks up a huge chainsaw and cuts a few people in half. She runs around the store, going berserk. I figure if I just lie down, people will think I'm dead and leave me alone. I lie down between two food shelves and pretend to be dead. I almost fall asleep as I'm lying there, trying not to shake with fear.

After a while I can hear people around me. I look up and on the shelf above me and a big guy in shorts is sitting there. All of a sudden a basketball shoots out from nowhere and he kicks it. I get up and move out of the way. A bunch of people are playing some insane version of basketball and they keep kicking the ball, or hitting it to eachother. The ball moves at an incredible speed and they seem to have super reflexes. I walk away into a corner, take a few boxes of toys and a blue teddy bear and put them infront of me, hiding.

I stay there for a few minutes until the manager of the sport comes along. He looks at me while commenting on the match. I get up and head for the entrance once again. It's blocked off. I decide to just walk. I find a fat guy sitting at the fruit stands, clearly gone insane from all the chaos. He's talking to himself. I head on and arrive at the sodas. Two foreign guys appears with their arms full of six packs of soda. I accidentaly bump into one of them and he drops them all. It's Oranginas and energy drinks. I help him pick them up but the cardboard holding them together keeps breaking.

I pick up an energy drink and taste it. It tastes amazing! I spin the weird can which is thicker at the top and try to find the brand. "Falcon," cool! I drink it all up. The foreign guy decides to push a metallic shelf on wheels instead and I help him out. We push the thing into another shelf, which starts a chain reaction. It's like dominoes. Bottles crash into other bottles, but none break. The whole thing stops moving after a while.

I get lucid like that. I look around at the different sodas and coffee brands. This is great, tasting everything in here before buying it in the store! I recall this is my second time getting lucid tonight, sweet.

12.30: Fishing for trout
The ponds containing trout up on the hill before entering town, is where we're heading at. I'm with Monica, my brother Martin and my coworker Holger. We go up the hill and look into the waters. I see several big, white fish. "That's not it is it?" my brother asks me. I see two more fish further away and they've got red and blue stripes on their backs. "This is it" I say. We all need fishing gear though, and further down the road, I know people have left some.

There's water everywhere for some reason, and we arrive at a wooden dock. Martin and Monica takes the two fishing lines someone's hidden. I spot a lure in the water and decide to take it. Holger starts swimming towards it but I grab the line and pull it in before he can reach it. "I'm going to use one, no matter what I say" and let the rest fight over the other two. We start walking back towards the ponds.

12.30: Darn T-rex!
I'm in another country on a vacation with Monica. We're sitting outside of a long hedge, watching the landscape. "It's so nice here, no one to see what we're doing" Monica says and starts taking off her clothes. She sits down ontop of me. I look over her shoulder up on the road going through some hills. I spot the silhouette of a dinosaur on the top. We start having sex and I figure the dinosaur won't trouble us anyways. A few seconds later I look over her shoulder again and watch as the dinosaur, a T-rex, comes down from the hill and screams at the cars. It starts running towards us.



"Shit, babe we gotta run" I say and stand up. I grab Monica's hand and head through the thin wooden door in the hedge and close it shut. We sit down on a bench under some roof. The T-rex seems to be pissed, but I know it won't destroy the hedge to reach us. Monica, who has now turned into my brother Morgan, starts mumbling. "Shut up!" I whisper angrily. He won't shut up though and tries to talk. I grab his mouth. "He's going to kill us if you don't shut up" I tell him and release him. "You're mean" he tells me.

All of a sudden the T-rex runs off to the right, and I know he'll find an entrance further down. "Okay let's go" I tell my brother and head for the old wooden houses just a few feet away. My brother goes into one of them and I the other just next to it. I climb a few ladders and reach the attic. A big gaping hole lets me see what's going on in the house my brother is in. I see the back of an enormous wild boar standing in the living room. Oh shit.

12.30: Fragments
*Got a fragment of me being lucid, and having sex with Monica. I tell her something sweet, like I would always pick her.

12.30: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 9 hours

Supplements: Lots of alcohol

That's it! Crazy dreams. I also have the vague memory of throwing around things with telekinesis, but I don't know if that's a previous memory or if I actually did it. I know I was lucid twice last night, but I can't really recall so I'll just count it as once.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

During the beginning of the dream, I believe I was in some sort of church on an island, though I think there was a funeral on the lower floor, there was a room on the top floor that was meant for video games and gaming education. Though I am a huge gamer, the room seemed boring, though I would have been entertained by all the old games they had, like DOOM. Once that was over, I had lost a sandle, so I was told, that I was wearing, though I was looking at myself in a third-person view and I had both sandles on, which sempt somewhat confusing, though I then realised I was playing some sort of game and in real life (at least in the dream) I had lost a sandle. I ran out to find my character that I was looking at accompanied by three other people. One of them was my best friend in real life, while the other two just looked like random people. We then jumped in to this futuristic looking boat, that went quite fast, but it seemed as I had trouble getting the others to come into the boat with me, but I did eventually. As soon as the boat started moving, we were being chased down by a load of policemen and gang members who shot rapidly at us. We then hit a ramp that pointed us underwater, it was then that I closed my eyes and could only hear strange noises, which seemed to be accurate since I have aquaphobia in the ocean. We came back to the surface before soon crashing into an island with a single, yet poorly designed house on it. It was at this point that I got the strange idea that my family lived there. Once we exited the boat and got onto the island, I started hearing dialogue from the game Saints Row 2, that is when It came to me that the whole world had graphics like the ones in the game. The rest of the dream is somewhat unclear. I do remember meeting with my so-called family and finding my sandal , but that is about it.

07/12/2011
Dream Fragment One:
There was some type of art contest going on. I remember rummaging through some of the entries with EH (a really attractive friend of mine, whom I seem to be dreaming about quite often, lately). It took forever to get to mine, which actually turned out to be of noticeably less quality than many of the others, but it was still somewhat decent. I could have sworn that I had more entries to show her, but it turned out to be only that one. Later, I was sitting on the floor, and she was straddling my lap with her arms draped over my shoulders. I was kissing along her neck and we were whispering some things to each other. My (deceased) dad was asleep in the other room, and we were trying to keep quiet, so as not to disturb him, or anyone else who was in the house. Later, my ex, MJ, and friend, J, came over. I was telling J about the amazing time I'd been having with EH. We all know each other, and MJ was talking with EH. I could tell MJ was plotting something. She came back over, beaming to me about how her and EH were now 'best friends,' and I had a feeling that this was, somehow, going to lead to trouble.


Dream Two:
"War on the Water"

I was a part of (another) special military force (on some G.I. Joe type shit), caught up in an enormous firefight, in a village with high grass surrounding it. The enemy was a guerilla force, which was very skilled in hiding in the bush and using camouflage. They would pop up in random places, and we'd have to be quick to react. I remember having some weapon that fired hundreds of tiny spikes into the grasslands, blindly, to take out whoever might be hiding in them. One guy cornered me with a rocket launcher, around the side of a building. He was too close to fire on me, though, and I ended up throwing a grenade actually into his mouth (somehow), and diving around another corner just before he exploded. (I had watched the end of one of the Rambo movies, yesterday, which had the whole 'hiding in the high grasses' war scene in it.)

Then, we had to chase down some of the leaders of this enemy faction. We got down to the water, which seemed more like an enormous lake than an ocean. They had a boat in the marina, and they took off down the water, running pretty-much parallel to the shoreline. We had boats of our own, and were about to get into one model, when we were presented with another, upgraded model. This thing was bad ass. It was like a futuristic rocket-boat - all black - that skimmed on top of the water and had boosters on the back. When they started it, it sounded like a jet engine. This boat just soared across the water at an amazing speed. A few miles down the shoreline, we came up to a landmass that jetted out from the coast a little bit. There was a short skirmish with some of the enemy, here - one of whom didn't look human, but like some human/beast hybrid that had long black spines that stuck out, down the back of his head. During this fight, some of my teammates had been abducted. The ship that the enemy had been on suddenly submerged and dropped down into a watery tunnel that led beneath this landmass. We were about to follow, when one of my other crew members said that we needed to go back and get the other ship that we'd left behind, as well, just in case something happened to this one. He convinced me by telling me how deep they were going, and how horrible a death it would be to drown, simply because we didn't have a back-up ship. I was sold.

Soon, we were racing back, in the jet boat, to where we'd come from, weaving through some of the other ships along the coast. Back where we had docked, it took us a moment to find the other ship, but we soon had it - along with some reinforcements, and were headed back to the mystery land mass. We never quite made it, though. Along the way, we were intercepted by these large, ethereal creatures. They reminded me of Hindu Gods/Goddesses. They were each identical, aside from the fact that they were different colors. They were very large - some 40 feet tall - and seemed to have a sort of glow to them. They had multiple arms, and each one held a very large, curved sword in it. The entities were all clearly female, and had light wisps of translucent gowns fluttering around them. They gave us some type of threat, as they floated there, on top of the water, but I don't remember much of what they said. It seemed that their mission was to stall us there, though, so I don't know if they were working with the enemy or not. After talking for a while, they asked an enigmatic question; whether or not we'd noticed how the water level had been rising, as we were talking. Looking out over the horizon, I could see a swell. The water was definitely rising. But why? I got a really bad feeling.

I knew something huge was coming. It was just a sudden assumption that turned into an unmistakable awareness. I told everyone on my team that we needed to get out of here - now. These entities were not about to let that happen, though. As soon as we attempted to vacate the area, they attacked, swooping and diving all around us, throwing their enormous blades at us, which rotated around and returned to them like boomerangs. One of them launched a blade at the jet boat I was piloting. Instinctively, I launched myself high into the air, my vessel being destroyed beneath me. Now, boatless, I dropped back down toward the water. Suddenly, though, I stopped. I was hovering - practically standing on the water. I realized that I had the ability to fly! This immediately affected the battle, and I was now flying and fighting and dodging these things and their flying swords. Feeling just on the cusp of lucidity (yet I don't think I ever quite realized I was dreaming), I also began using telekinesis, myself, realizing that - once one of those oversized blades came spinning in toward me - I could mentally deflect it and send it whirling off in another direction, guiding it with a wave of my hand. I also quickly picked up on the ability to loosely control the paths of these weapons, offensively, sending them flying back toward the entities and trying to do them in with their own swords. The fighting was extremely fast-paced, like fighter planes dogfighting over the water; dipping close to the sea and then changing course at breakneck speeds. The rest of my unit continued to fire their weapons from their vessels, unless they had already been destroyed.

Ultimately, though, we just weren't making any progress with these things. The huge swell in the water was just getting bigger and bigger. The swell then turned into a wall of water heading toward us. It was a few dozen feet high, and I could see that, after it, the rise in water level would be completely overwhelming. 'Standing' on the surface of the water, once again, I quickly increased my altitude in just enough time for the wave to pass beneath me. On the back side of the wave, the water level was now practically touching my feet again, and I looked back toward the shoreline just in time to see the wave smash into the rest of my crew and the passenger boats in the area, immediately capsizing them and washing them away. I looked down toward my feet to see an enormous black shadow forming. Something massive was surfacing beneath me. I pivoted on the water and shot off in one direction, the surface of the water speeding off into my peripheral vision. I could see that this shadow was following me, though, moving just as fast as I was. Again, I went even higher, arcing up above the water and looking down below.

Finally, my pursuer appeared - bursting out of the water with jaws wide open. It was as if Godzilla, himself (the 1997 version) came jumping out of the water like some sort of leviathan. (It was, without a doubt, the largest sea monster I can recall ever dreaming.) I frantically increased my speed and the gigantic teeth snapped closed behind me - so close that I actually had to tuck my legs and then kick off the monster's closed maw to fly even faster. The only thing I ever saw was the head because its incredible size blocked any possible view of the rest of its body. This colossus just continued to chase me - diving in and out of the water and keeping pace with me - repeatedly snapping its teeth within just feet behind me as I tried to fly faster and faster away from it.

I don't remember the outcome of the chase, though. But damn that was intense.

07/11/2011
Dream Fragment One:
I was with two of my ex-girlfriends and some other gorgeous chick who looked like EH. The first thing I remember is laying on the bed and talking/flirting with EH. Before too long, we were all hugged up on each other, and things were just going great. I was kind of resting on top of her, and she actually lifted me up in the air with her feet, like one would do a child, and kind of 'flew' me around over her. Then she let her hands go and I was suspended by nothing but her legs on my stomach. I remember being amazed at how strong her legs were. It was then that I realized I was only in my boxers, and my, uh, 'infatuation' was fully exposed, through the unbuttoned hole in the front; pretty much just hanging down right in front of her, and everyone else. More than just a bit embarassed, I had her put me down so I could 'adjust.' Shortly after this, I got up from the bed. She quickly followed - jumping off the bed and onto me, wrapping her legs around me and holding on with her arms around the back of my neck. Playfully, I carried her around the room like this, resting her back up against one of the walls at some point.

Don't really remember much else from this dream.

Dream Two:
"All Hands on Deck"

I was a crew member on a military ship. A frigate, maybe. My earliest memory of this dream was my unit being poised to attack an enemy ship, not too far from us, at night. Apparently, everyone was waiting for me to fire the first shot, and kick off what was supposed to be a covert attack. I had this huge, cumbersome chaingun, which had two joysticks and an array of buttons on it. I just looked at the thing, really having no idea of how to work it. The enemy boat was far enough away that I couldn't see what I would be aiming at, in the dark. There had to be some kind of sight on this thing. Fumbling with the buttons, I flipped a switch and mistakenly turned on a huge spot light, which shined across the water and directly onto the enemy ship. Well there went any chance of a surprise attack. Quickly, I tried to recover, hearing the hushed curses of the guys in my unit. I flipped another switch and a night-vision display came up, between the joysticks. Not having much time to adjust to the image, I just opened fire at all of the little blips on the screen. Following my - quite embarassing - lead, the rest of my team opened fire as well, kicking off the full force of the attack.

The next day, I was having to report to my superior's quarters, presumably to get chewed out for making such a mess of what was supposed to be a precision attack. On my way across the dock/harbor area, which seemed to be a mixture between a dock and an airport, I saw my best friend just getting back home from his trip. Completely surprised by this, I went over to greet him. A crowd of our family and friends were around, including JD, MR and I think JS. We all gave him a huge group hug and welcomed him back - with a few tears of joy throughout the group - but I knew that I didn't have time to stand around. I told him I had to go, because I was about to get reamed out for what had happened the previous night. I jogged off and continued my way across the dock and onto the ship, trying to find my way to my CO's quarters. The ship was basically a labyrinth; just an endless maze of tiny compartments, suffocating hallways and ladders. I rounded a corner and came to a wide area, within the hull. On the outside of the room was an Autobots symbol, and inside, there were dozens of giant robots, many of them identical, practicing drills. Apparently, we were in the midst of a joint operation with the Transformers. They were going over tactical transformations and timing, repeatedly transforming and de-transforming in unison.

Moving on, I finally made it to where I was supposed to be. Just before stepping in the door, though, I noticed that I wasn't wearing any shoes or boots. I knew that it would be unacceptable to show up like this, so I had to run all the way back to my own quarters (wherever that was. Can't remember). On the way back across the deck, I remember weaving through some male and female soldiers that were doing PT; mainly pushups. While running across the ship's deck - not too far from the edge - it became hard to run. It's that old, dream scenario where, no matter how hard you're running, you just don't seem to be getting anywhere. It didn't quite feel like I was running underwater - as it usually does. Instead, it felt more like trying to run into a hurricane, and the wind was just so strong that it was holding me in place. After trying to run for a bit, I would slow down, and the sensation would completely go away. And then, once I started running again, it would come back again, and this imaginary wind, which did not affect anything around me, would keep me running in place.

This strange sensation caused me to realize I was dreaming. I tried to confirm this by focusing on a window a few yards away and motioning with my hand, toward it, trying to break the glass from a distance with telekinesis. I could almost 'feel' an impact, from afar, but didn't really seem to affect the window at all. Still, I knew that I was dreaming. There was a cargo net in front of me, which I would have to climb, to get back to where I needed to be. It was elevated onto a platform, at the far end, and I took one high jump toward the center of the net. It was maybe a good 20ft jump, and I could hear some soldiers gawking and gasping in amazement. I made a second jump, bounding maybe another 30 feet in the air and landing on the top of the platform, skipping most of the obstacle. I had to walk along a slender catwalk, after that. It was somewhere around here, where I lost lucidity. And the last thing I remember is just going back through the hallways and trying to find my CO's office again.

NON-DREAM DREAM LUCID

Good morning! Had a bunch of violent dreams last night. No lucid which was kind of disappointing considering I did a proper WBTB.

00.30: Sleep

07.00: WBTB 20 minutes

09.00: Fragments
*I'm riding my snowboard with my brother Morgan. We arrive at some wooden ramps and halfpipes. We stay there for a while for some reason.

*I'm walking down a street with my friend G. I remember a bank robbery happening up ahead just a few weeks ago and I tell him about it. "They had machine guns and everything, was awesome."

*I'm holding some man's arms from behind. My friend Eric stabs him in the heart with a knife. He misses and does it again, only in the right place this time. I think it's all a game of some sorts.

09.00: Dark mansion fight
I'm standing infront of a wall covered in weapons. There's all kinds of weapons and they look really cool glistening in the light. I decide to try one out but I get the wrong one, an M16. I get the feel that this is a game aswell, a little one on one survival.



We're inside of a huge mansion, which is so poorly lit up that I can barely make out my own hand if I hold it up. I'm also the girl in the "Alien" movie. My opponent (also a girl) gets to be the chased one and runs up ahead to do whatever. I wait for a while before heading out after her. This is some really scary shit, she can be anywhere and I can hear my own breathing in the weird mask I'm wearing. I try to light some areas up but my flashlight sucks.

I walk up a flight of stairs and stop, there's a large, can sized spring a few steps up. I spot several more and figure it has to be traps. I move them to the side with telekinesis and head up. Some other weird external hard drives appears and a voice tells me: "I don't know why they don't work if the switch is on 2." I see a switch and switch it with telekinesis to 2 instead of 1. The traps lights go out and I head on. I walk around a bit upstairs.

I get bored, and I keep looking over my shoulder. She's around, I can feel it. I jump over the railing and land hard on the floor ten feet below. I see a shadow moving and point my gun at it, nothing there. I hate this stupid flashlight! I walk around a bit more before I can't take it anymore. I head back to where we started and tell the guy there he's up.

I want to switch my weapon for something better. I watch as a guy takes a shotgun and empties it, and fills it up with suringes instead. "This will put her to sleep instead of killing her" he tells me. He hands me the gun and the other guy and I head out again. I spot some weird device on the floor, it's like an oval glass bubble with some "The Matrix" squid-like creature in it. I put my boot on it and it struggles to get free with its black tentacles. I shoot it several times and watch it stop struggling.

I pick it up, it's still awake and hold it firmly. I can see three small wheels on it which can be turned. "Strength, Speed, Spirit" it says. I spin the strength wheel and watch the creature grow and become much stronger. I spin it the other way and watch it shrink. Better put all stats on Spirit, it doesn't do much anyways.

I show the creature to a scientist who appears out of thin air. "Can you do two things for me?" I ask him. "First, try to extract the substance from this, it's bound to have some powers. Second, I want you to try to see if there's a way to befriend it." The creature starts to struggle alot, and to move it apparently moves some wheels underneath, which is now shredding my skin slowly but surely.

I hold it in a different way. "Oh look! It's so fine that you can barely feel it hurting you" he tells me as I watch two spots on my hand begin to bleed. He's right though, I can barely feel it. "This is going to leave a scar though" I tell him. "Yes, yes it will" he replies. I start thinking about the potential use this alien has. It's just a small drone or some low ranked creature. I don't want to make that into a queen, I want a bigger one.

12.00: Spy for the Americans in Nazi Germany
I'm inside a big warehouse. It's in the 1940's and I'm a spy for the Americans, in the middle of Nazi Germany. I can hear soldiers joking up ahead and I decide to check it out. There's a doorway leading into a rectangular room. To the left are showers with alot of people in them, to the right I can see lockers and clothes, aswell as a rifle standing against the wall. I grab it and run. I head outside and can hear a truck somewhere. It's night out, and I spot lights through a forest.

A yellow dumper truck appears and I aim with the sniper I just stole. I try to shoot the driver in the head but my aim is off, I totally forget about the delay bullets have and the bullet hits a tree instead with a loud "smack". There was almost no recoil at all, what a puny rifle. All of a sudden I hear shouts and look inside the warehouse again.



The soldiers have noticed me and are trying to hide behind the wall in the locker room. I shoot several times and have to pull the lever each time. Whenever I hit someone a small text appears, showing me where I hit them. One guy gets hit in the leg, another in the chest.



My last shot takes down another one and I figure it's time to leave. I run alongside the warehouse in the snow when a lone soldier appears. It's an officer and he points his pistol at me. It's the same model they used in the WW2 and a memory pops up into my head.

"That gun is the easiest of them all to disarm." I run behind a few stairs and hide behind snow to get out of his line of sight. He yells something in German. When he appears he's close enough for me to grab him and I do. I disarm him quickly and take him to the ground. "Please don't" he says and I try to shoot him in the head. Nothing. I cock the gun and try again "click". Stupid gun! I hit him in the head with it until he stops moving.

I grab his coat and hat and put them on. As I'm buttening it up a kid appears and tries to scream. I grab his mouth. "Shhhhh, or I'll hurt you, understand?" I ask him. He nods at me and I let him go. "You will help me, ok?" I say. He nods again. I can hear laughter up ahead and realise the metallic stairs I was dodging around leads up to a few barracks. I grab the kid by the shoulder and lead him up the stairs.

We reach the main door and head into a small room with shoes everywhere in it. A sink and a few coats on the wall. "How many soldiers in there?" I ask him. He says five in german. I ask again and he tells me it's around ten. That's way too many to kill by myself. "Lure one of them here" I tell the boy and he opens the second door just a bit. He calls a soldier in English for some reason and tells him he has some delicious food for him.

The soldier opens the door fully and I stand straight. "INSPEKTION!" I yell in his face, trying to look as stern as possible. After all, I'm a German officer! I realise the soldier opening is my uncle and he looks me straight in the eyes for a few seconds. "Inspektion soldier!" I tell him and march past him. I have to come up with a reason for my bad German (non existent more like it) and I decide to play drunk. I sway as I stand there, watching the ten or so soldiers. They're all watching me silently. I look inside the kitchen and fake taking mental notes.

I stumble into another room. "Yeah he's definitely drunk" one of the soldiers tell another. "Du bist eine schrashen" I say and realise I shouldn't talk much because I'll be busted for sure. I have no clue what I just said but I play even more drunk. In the living room I find a bunch of TV's and radio equipment. I watch the monitor and there are red and orange dots running all over it. One side is definitely losing. "Germans?" I ask my uncle and point at the losing side. "Jah" he says. "Sheisse!" I say angrily and head back to the hallway.

"Guten tag!" I say and quickly head out the door. I button my coat as I walk down the metallic stairs into the cold, still swaying incase anyone would take a look outside. My cellphone rings but I pick it up too late. "Felix" it says and I try to call him again, but there's no signal. I run over the frozen ground and arrive at a fence. Instead of barbed wire there's just plain wire. I jump up on it and try to fall over to the other side. Ofcourse it's electric and I get burnt pretty badly on my thighs.

I fall down and sit down in the snow, my legs stinging painfully. There's a road up ahead with a big truck on it. The entire sky is lit up from behind a forest on the other side of the road and I figure it's American soldiers. I start taking off my Nazi clothes when all of a sudden the truck starts transforming. It changes appearance to a red V2 rocket launcher. I put my clothes back on as I watch it change colour to red and golden stickers appear which says 007 and somethign else. The truck takes off.

12.00: Wake up

Amount of sleep: 11 hours

Supplements: Mugwort Tea at WBTB

That's it! First time trying mugwort and I have no idea if it was because of the tea that I had such long dreams, or because of a bit of REM rebound. I also slept a very long time, sweet.

Keep on dreaming, HARE BRA!

07/09/2011
Hammered. I remember Nothing.

07/10/2011
Dream Fragment One:
(I know that there was a lot that had gone on in this dream, but I can really only remember a small section of it.)

I was with a group of people, in a tall, hollowed out building. It was like a barn, really. There was a tornado coming, and we were all strapping ourselves down, so that we would not get blown away, once it hit. It was a lot like the end of the movie Twister, actually. We were tying ourselves to leather straps which hung from the ceiling. I had a rifle or shotgun with me, and had a make-shift holster for it, that was slung over my back. It was a really long and cumbersome sheath, much like the one for my great sword.

The winds picked up and the twister came through. I could see the torrent of weather outside, through some seemingly wide-open hole in one corner of the building. At one point, we were actually suspended from the floor by these straps, with our feet unable to touch the ground. It was all pretty intense, but ultimately nothing too noteworthy happened.

The last thing I remember is going back outside, after the twister had passed, and all of us having to jump over a chain-link fence, in a rush to get...somewhere. I dunno.

Dream Two:
"Outside the Octagon"

I was in some nightspot which looked like a cross between a dance club and a game room. At the far end of this place, there was a separate bar, which I believed was some sort of VIP affair. Nonchalant and curious, I made my way over to this area, making sure that no one was watching, and then I slipped through the doors. I found myself in some pretty slick strip club, picked out a seat near the stage, and watched the show for a while. They had some hilarious 'audience participation' games, where people got to go up on stage and do ridiculous things to win money and whatnot. Somehow, I ended up getting picked to try out for a massive mixed martial arts tournament that was coming up. (I don't remember much about how I actually got picked for it.) I got up on stage, along with a few other guys from the audience, and waited to hear about what to do next.

Time skipped ahead and I believe it was the following day. I was being ushered into this arena, and there were literally hundreds of dudes signing up for this tournament. There was a sign-up room set up in what looked like a normal high school gymnasium, where a certain number of guys in different weight classes had to be chosen by other guys, to fight against. It didn't matter who chose who, initially, as there was going to be another stage in which everything was to be evened out, somehow. There were guys of all builds and social groups; thugs, nerds, rockers, hillbillies. Everyone. So many of these guys were huge, though - definitely out of my weight class, and I'm not exactly 'small,' myself. I'm no professional fighter, though, so even when I saw some of the smaller guys, I paid attention to their demeanor and attire. I tried to steer clear of the smaller Asians, wearing their gis and dogis, knowing that their sizes could be very deceiving. An old co-worker of mine, VS, showed up in line. He was actually behind me, but shouldered his way passed and gave me this trouble-some grin before moving off to stand in front of a guy that he'd apparently already sized up. I thought about giving him shit about pushing passed me in line, but I had seen the way the staff of this event had been handling those people that made too much of a scene, or didn't follow directions. At one point, one huge official took a trouble-maker to the ground and began beating his face in, on the floor. I can't remember what it was the guy did, but it was pretty trivial, so I decided to keep my mouth shut and not rock the boat. Finally, I found someone who looked like he might be a decent - but fitting - challenge, and went to go stand in the line forming in front of him.

Overall, the atmosphere was just insane. Everybody was hyped, and there were ring girls passing booze around to everyone - even us potential fighters. There was standing room only, in the bathrooms, and they even had ring girls refilling our cups with free beer, while we waited in line to take a piss. Afterward, we had to go through another check point, where people were checking our IDs. There was this really attractive girl checking the IDs for my line, and when I got to her and pulled out my wallet, it took me forever to find my ID. I just kept digging through my wallet and pulling out everything but my damn ID. She was cool about it, but getting visibly irritated because I was taking so long. Finally I found it, and she let me through. We moved through another hallway, and I could feel the adrenaline mounting. I was beginning to feel so pumped up - like I could take on the world. I began bouncing around while I walked, getting the blood flowing. I realized that I was bouncing higher and higher. Before long, I was bouncing over the entire crowd and almost touching the elevated ceiling. I only thought this strange for a mere moment, and was not able to induce lucidity. Also, while moving down the hallway, I developed the ability to slide along the ground, with my feet. It felt like there was a lot of sand on my feet and I was just trying to stop really quickly, from a fast pace. However, I could tell that I was sliding for much longer distances than seemed normal. It was fun, though, and I was having too much fun with it to think much about it. I even heard one of the guys behind me talking about it like "Whoa...how the hell is he doing that??" I looked back to see the guy trying to copy me, but I noticed that his slide was much shorter - and more realistic - than mine. (Still, not enough awareness to induce lucidity.)

Another line. I don't even remember what it was we were waiting for, this time, but it was like being at a theme park and waiting at the turnstiles, with hundreds of people milling about, around me. I met this gorgeous chick, who was standing in line in front of me. (I didn't even stop to think of why it was now a co-ed line.) She was short, thick in all the right places, and had long brown or black hair. She looked Latina, but I can't be sure. We were conversing for a bit, and I asked her if she was single. She smiled and said no, but then seemed to hesitate a little bit and finally added that her boyfriend was back home in Missouri. This raised my interest a bit, and just as I was about to talk to her a little more, some dude came from out of nowhere and put his arm around her neck and shoulders, guiding her away from me. The authoritative way in which he did it - and the submissive way which she responded - seemed like the guy might have been her older brother, or guardian, or something; like he was trying to keep her out of trouble. My best friend T was suddenly behind me (which I didn't realize as strange, since he hadn't been in the dream, before then), and he gave me a nudge. He noticed, just as I did, that the girl kept looking back at me - numerous times - as her supposed 'protector' guided her off to a different corner of the arena.

I have forgotten some of the dream since I never wrote it down, but not too much. Just some for the beginning mostly, and I didn't remember much of that anyways.

*skip in memory*

I am running from the installation I has been imprisoned in til now. They wanted to get what I knew about the superweapon(which was a small starfighter, but had a beam just as powerful is not more than the Death Star along with like a dozen missiles that could tear through just about anything, along with regular lasers and stuff. It was also almost impossible to destroy, and is jet black, so its very hard to see in space) and its location. But i didn't give in and my allies had broken me out(this may or may not be all correct, im putting in what I picture when I think about the superweapon and seemed most likely). So now I was running while being shot at(but by regular bullets) while heading towards the spot where their helicopter was supposed to pick me up. I spot it and jump in before it lands and yell at the pilot to go now. He quickly starts to pull back up, but the installation starts to send out its own helicopter. We head off towards the nearest city but we can't shake them off our tail. They start to fire at us with a gatling gun and we start to crash towards where I was suppose to head anyways. So right when we are about to hit the ground, I jump out and the helicopter crashes in a blaze. I wipe some dust off me and look at the building in front of me. I am now at a museum(why I was supposed to head there, I dunno. I guess to meet an ally or something). I look at some pictures of the Battle of Hoth(both the Rebels and the Empire wanted the weapon, but I couldn't let either one have that much power. Or I think that's what my opinion was). I wake up before I meet the contact.